Memory Lane
While the Mad Bull and Sandra were off in East End doing the Kunta Kinte thing I took the time to do some reminiscing of my own. My friendship with the Mad Bull is one of those things you look back on and smile about. Growing up in Kingston, Jamaica back in the infamous ‘seventies’ was in my totally biased opinion, the best of times. The friendships forged while at StGC have survived miles of socio-economic and geographic separation not to mention the ever-present test of time. This is what makes our alma mater great. Regardless of where you are in terms of your own personal growth, membership in the brotherhood still has its benefits.
It had been six or seven years since Mad Bull and I last ‘linked up’ and I haven’t seen Dr. D in damn near twenty years, yet the channels of communication have always been open. Any conversation with a member of our graduating class usually begins with inquiries into the where about and well being of our classmates of old. Invariably the information passed on would be current because of a feeling that I believe that we all came away from that school with…..we are our brothers keeper!
Alas, I was able to break out of my reverie when I remembered that my otherwise unblemished record was tarnished after an incident involving the Mad Bull in Mr. Atkinson’s economics class. As I recall the incident, the Mad Bull and I had become involved in a heated political debate and had failed to heed the warnings of the much-despised Atkinson to return to order. We were summarily dismissed from the class and I received my first demerit two weeks before finishing High School and going on study leave to prepare for the dreaded ‘A’ level exams.
Mad Bull has confessed to me that demerits for him were a little more commonplace and so this particular one had no particular significance to him, but for me it still is one of the stories I like to tell my children when we sit around on rainy days talking about when ‘Daddy used to wear short pants.’ That the Mad Bull and others like the goodly Dr. are a part of these stories and therefore a part of who I have become still gives me that warm fuzzy feeling inside. Thanks guys, for the memories, the stories and the friendship…..always the friendship.
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam……..To the greater glory of GOD.
August 18th, 2003 at 12:45 am Yes rude bwoy. I see if nothing else has come out of this ‘Caman Move’, Mad Bull has found a way to avoid this site from becoming dormant. It has seen many an author come out posting with a vengeance only to have them retire after a few entries, as if blown away like a fart in the wind! Lets see if you’ll endure the test of time. I am sure you will. As you are on the nostalgic pathway taking you back to ‘Kingston’s fairest meadow’ (which in our day was no fair meadow at all, dusty desert would be a far more fitting description, remember when we used to duck in front of the wall to avoid geting consumed by dust??), let me see what I can come up with. Remember ‘Shotgun’ Nose Simpson? (Whatever happened to him BTW? ) Well in 4 V one day, Jackson…sort of strange fellow with greasy hair…remember him?…..well, I do recall he was not one of Simpson’s favourites. This day in particular, Jacko had a large frog in his schoolbag in the classroom in an empty juice box. In all fairness to him, though it was a bit of an odd thing to do, the frog wasn’t causing any trouble, as a matter of fact, if Jacko had not gone into his bag to check on it, nobody would have known it was there. Simpson seeing the frog in the box rushed Jacko and told him to get it out of the class. Jacko told him to back off and that he was not to as much as touch his schoolbag again or else….. Simmo now in a very teasing way slowly approached Jacko’s bag and lightly touched it with one finger. Rass!!…..who told him to do it?? Bredren, Jacko made a growling sound and it was as if he underwent a metamorphosis similar to what the “Incredible Hulk” used to pass through when provoked or endangered. The next thing I knew, Jacko flexed some muscles and gave Simpson one blood cleat thump inna him face. It sent him crashing into the blackboard…and the ‘fight’ was over! Kinda Mike Tyson style. Well, needless to say, the frog remained happily in his box ’till after class was finished that afternoon. I hope I provided you with a chuckle. I have posted some Blue and White nostalgia myself, but will have to check my archives to give you the links. Soon come back. Tek it easy nuh.
August 18th, 2003 at 12:58 am OK, here are the links to more George’s nostalgia. In chronological order, First, Second , and Third. Enjoy them and mek sure fe drop two comment!
August 19th, 2003 at 2:41 pm Admittedly, while not a “George’s” girl, I do have a long connection to many George’s boys, my three brothers just being a few of the ones I can recall. It is always good to remember old days, and there is absolutely nothing like the friends from the always important teenage years. It was good to read of the good memories that you have of those years. Knowing Mad Bull as well as I do, I’d have to say, I’d be SURPRISED if that demerit had been his first!!!!
August 19th, 2003 at 8:51 pm Well, I must tell you that I have no idea how many demerits I got while I was attending that great high school, but I very much doubt that it was much over ten. I was shocked to learn that you only got one paltry demerit in all the time you spent there, DSS.Doc!
August 19th, 2003 at 11:21 pm Ahhh…poor Mad Bull. I wonder how it is that our friendship has endured the test of time? I am very similar to the dssdoc myself where Demerits were concerned. I received all of TWO in my sojourn on the Blue and White campus….one of which was cancelled as the teacher…Hot Cross Bun…(memba she?) after giving it and receiving a protest from me, realized that she erred and removed it from my record. So, like dssdoc, I have one only. Poor MB, he was untamed from as far back as then eh???